  Hans Breitmann gife a party: dey had piano playin'. I felled in lofe mit a Merican frau; her name vos Matilda Yane. She had haar as prown as a pretzel bun; her eyes were himmel-blue; And ven she looket into mine she shplit mine heart into two. Hans Breitmann gife a party: I vent dar, you'll be pound. I valzt mit der Matilda Yane, and vent shpinnin' round and round,— De pootiest fraulein in de house: she weighed two hoondert pound. Hans Breitmann gife a party: I tells you it cost him dear. Dey rollt in more as seven kegs of foost-rate lager-bier; And fenefer dey knocks de shpickets in, de Deutschers gife a cheer; I dinks so fine a party not come to a hend dis year. Hans Breitmann gife a party: dere all vas Saus and Braus. Ven de sooper coom in, de gompany did make demselfs to house; Dey eat das Brod und Gansebrust, Bratwurst, und Broten fine, And vash deir Abendessen down mit four barrels of Neckar wein. Hans Breitmann gife a party: ve all cot trunk as pigs. I put mine mout' to a parrel of bier, and schwallowed up mit a schwigs. And de gompany fight mit taple-legs till de conshtoble made us shtop. Hans Breitmann gife a party: vere is dat party now? Vere is de lofely golten cloud dat float on de mountain's prow? Vere is de Himmelstrahlende Stern, de star of de spirits' light? All goned afay mit de lager-bier, afay in de Ewigkeit. Charles G. Leland. |
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